My Grandmother’s Attic
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My grandmother’s house has always frightened me. Not her, just her house. At night, listening to the coyotes howling in the distance, I would choose to stay under the covers until my bladder stung with pain rather than risking stepping a single foot onto the carpet and being whisked away into the darkness by the beasts I imagined waiting for me under the bed.
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